Emma woke up before he did.

At first she didn’t even open her eyes. Her body felt heavy and boneless, like the sheets had swallowed her whole. The bed was soft, the sheets silky, and the steady warmth on her side was very welcome.

Her head was buzzing in a dull way, the kind that came after too much wine and too little water. Her chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of another person’s breath.

She opened her eyes.

The hotel curtains let in a single stripe of ...